DAY7 Brass Bell, Kalk Bay, Cape Town... quiet and calm out there this Sunday morning while the world slowly wakes, while the surfers warm their hands on cold paper cups, waiting for a waves to make wavesits going to be brass bell this morning, that much I know when I wake. how or what or when is always under debate on these early morning pilgrimages. will the light behave, will the light be enough or too much. ...driving, warming, peering, then parking and skipping quickly over the lazy road of kalk bay's weekend locals. down through the famous brass bell tunnel and out to the ocean swirling satin smooth around the bay. no ripples, no sounds, no one near or far. the orange pink on the horizon just offering a slight mirror on the brass bell tidal pool as a lone bird stands by watching this lone human bird capturing a moment with her kalk bay world and its historyonwards, outwards, early even as one of the first at cest le vie, a steamy crispy just outta the oven baguette with butter and my usual cuppa in a bowl - on order for a sunday morning, mother's day before work